The first surprise was one afternoon when he leaned on the blue-painted railing and smiled at me, his eyes reflecting the clear blue sky behind me. From then on, his figure always came into view intentionally or unintentionally. Later, the unexpected acquaintance, confession and happiness were all considered miracles by me. Picking up a male idol is always an exciting and proud thing.
There is hope for everything and everything is happening.
In fact, I had no purpose or vision when I started writing. I just wanted to relive those times and pick it up and read it again, which would be a comfort to myself when I was alone in a foreign country.
After all, there are fewer and fewer infatuated people.